This abandoned loveseat sits under a cluster of cedars on just such a parcel of land. I had to make my way thru some brush to get to it. I have some scratches, but, darn it!, I wanted the picture. It is extremely shady in that grove. This was the best I could do with my iPhone camera.
I see it and wonder: how did it get here? Did the trees, the brush grow up around it? Perhaps a couple once sat in it, when it was new, and enjoyed the sun. Now, old and worn, crumbling, paint flaking, it sits in deep, deep shade, empty and forgotten.
I think of how our culture treats the elderly. We see them as old and worn. We forget them. And in doing so, cut ourselves off from wisdom, from perspective, from history itself. Barring illness or accident, we will all be aged one day. "Respect your elders!" Once, we rolled our eyes at that sharp rebuke. But, our time is coming.